“Here is beauty. Here is destruction. There cannot be one without the other.”
Ugh, ever find a line you wish you wrote?
The post below is a poignant story of love and loss, that cruel coin, flipping endlessly, making us both long for and fear its landing.
Do yourself a favor and check it out.
With the death of my Mom, my anxiety found new life. Like any parasite from a host, it crept into my veins and fed off my sanity, growing in strength while I grew in weakness. Memories from this ti…
Source: eroding into beauty